Taekook Oneshots

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Jungkook POV

Chicago, September 1920

Tonight will be a good show, I think to myself, watching the evening breeze carry clusters of auburn leaves into the night. I pull the short cigarette stub out of my mouth, exhaling swirls of grey smoke that join the clouds in the sky. 

If my eyes do not deceive me, the moon is blue tonight. The term "once in a blue moon" is used colloquially to mean a rare event; such as falling in love. I inhale the musky night air, lost in thoughts.

"You've got a full house tonight," Jimin says, catching me by surprise. He's wiping a whiskey glass in his hand, preparing extra in sight of the overflow of guests at the bar tonight.  "Shouldn't you be getting ready?"

I laugh lightly to myself.

"Why? Do I not look pretty enough tonight?" I tease.

"Of course not, you're always the prettiest and you know it," Jimin rolls his eyes, making his way back inside the bar. "Now come along, they're all waiting."

I sigh, dropping the burning stub on the ground and stamping on it with the heel of my shoe. Before slinking backstage, I take a quick peek out into the audience. I pout. He's not here yet. 

Exasperatedly, I approach my dressing table to do final touch ups on my makeup- as if I need any. The red on my lips have faded a little, so I apply another layer of it. Jimin studies me from afar, tutting and walking over to me with his hands on his hips.

"Sweetheart, if you're going to keep up these performances, you're going to have to pay more attention to your hair," Jimin exclaims impatiently. "You know what the fall wind does to it, look, they're all on ends."

"And I suppose you'll always be here to fix it for me," I grin, sitting still as he ran a thick horsehair brush through my stubborn locks of black hair. Jimin only smiles fondly in return. 

"I don't suppose you've seen Tae anywhere?" I ask hopefully. 

"Not yet," He answers. "I could get Yoongi to ring home."

"I doubt he'd at home," I mumble. "Oh, and I'd really thought he'd be here to watch me tonight."

"There, there, maybe he's late," Jimin assures, brushing down the last few stray hairs. "Don't distress yourself."

I try to push the thought aside, but I can't. Taehyung promised me he'd come watch me sing, and I can't help but feel betrayed. I scowl, though I know it is not a good look for me. 

I hear the band begin to play. It's my cue for me to enter, for the curtains to part and reveal me, Jeon Jungkook, the most sought after male jazz flapper in the city. Remembering my status gives me assurance. I own every one here tonight.

The velvet drapes fall elegantly to the wings of the stage, and the lights dim, leaving a single spotlight on the microphone and I. The crowd is respectful, I'll give them that. No harsh comments on my body tonight, just exhilarated applause. 

The black feather boa sitting comfortably on my neck trails down my chest, and I take both ends up in my hands. The band starts its song- one of my favourites. 

"Blue moon, you saw me standing alone."

"Without a dream in my heart,"

"Without a love of my own."

My eyes lingered across the crowd, just barely stopping at every adoring customer, giving each man a polite nod and a smile. 

"Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for."